A gentle and elegant Confucian man in green shirts left Jiangnan and traveled all the way to this remote town, with a handsome young man holding a hiking stick and carrying a black vine-colored book on his back.

Finally, the two stopped on a bluestone arch bridge.

Gao Jing was puzzled all the way, so he made a gesture to the Confucian scholar, "Mr. Liang? ”

The Confucian put down the scriptures in his hand, thought about it, and stretched out his hand to point to the rapids under the bridge, "The heart is like a mirror without distractions, and there is no wind where there are ripples." Takai, what is the solution? ”

The handsome boy was at a loss.

The green-shirted Confucian man smiled: "When the world enters the world, it will cause dust, and I don't know that everything is cause and effect. You'll know when you're a little older. ”

Gao Jing wanted to speak and stopped, but he knew that the unimpressive teacher next to him would not lie to him, so he nodded heavily, Xu was afraid that the Confucian would be upset, and his eyes were bright, "Hmm! ”

Confucian looked a little haggard, he was born in the south of the Yangtze River, and witnessed the domineering of the first emperor of heaven and earth, the free and easy of the poet immortal in Chang'an, and the replacement of many large and small dynasties.

It also witnessed the resonance of a hundred schools of thought, such as Taoism, Confucianism, Buddhism, Legalism, Yin and Yang, Bingjia, and Zonghengjia.

Self-cultivation is in the right heart, what can be read by reading? Scholars should have their own style and bones, condense the righteousness of heaven and earth, feed their own minds, and use the right time, place and people, as well as the luck of the dynasty, to empower talents. It has been recognized by the Sage Academy in the world, and only then can there be a natal word.

All things are born to support people, and people in the world should do something and not do something.

Confucian stretched his body, took the student Gao Jing to a Taoist temple, he was not smiling at this moment, he looked comfortable, in a very good mood, to the handsome young man to tell some interesting things that are not in the book, "Taoism is good at cultivating its body, Confucianism is heroic and righteous, and the interpretation is to feed the cultivation." Do you know why most of the Confucian monks are scholars who are spurned by the people of the world? ”

The young Gao Jing naturally didn't understand what the Confucian scholar surnamed Liang said, so he didn't sell it, and said with a smile: "Confucian monks can only take words as their natal objects in their lives, and the truth is not enough for outsiders. ”

"The Confucian patriarch rumored in the world has three natal characters, and this statement is indeed true. It is precisely because of this that the demon land does not dare to invade the world, for ten thousand years, only one swordsman who claims to be called Pei Min has come to smash the mountain gate. And the monks of the high realm of Buddhism are called saints by the people of the world. In the great war 6,000 years ago, the three great saints of Buddhism only made a slight move, and it is regrettable that Buddhism under his command was closed. ”

Speaking of this, the green-shirted Confucian sighed, his tone full of regret and tiredness.

The handsome young man had been listening carefully since Mr. opened his mouth, carefully considering every word that the Confucian priest said, and when he was gone, Gao Jing suddenly mustered up the courage to ask: "Mr. Liang, is it possible that a Confucian monk can only use words as his natal object in his life?" ”

The Confucian scholar did not have any impatience at all in his heart for the student's interruption, but laughed, "There is no absolute in everything, and the poet in Chang'an has a hundred poems." And Zhang Bogao's predecessors followed the law, taught the law naturally, inherited the calligraphy of the predecessors, and cultivated themselves, making the paper the heaven and the earth, and the pen and ink as the wind and clouds, and was called the grass saint by later generations, but what is surprising is that Zhang was not a pure Confucian, but he proved his way with cursive, and he was really a god! ”

The handsome boy suddenly lost color.

The Confucian scholar surnamed Liang suddenly sighed, looked at the four words of the Great Jin Kingdom Lord in the notice on the wall, was a little curious, and joked to the young man: "The truth in the book has been catchy and familiar to you since you were a child, but you see that this indisputable lord of a country has returned all his forces to the royal family, is this necessarily right?" Too up, down to know. Secondly, it is praised by relatives. Secondly, fear it. ”

"In my opinion, the people are more benevolent than fire and water."

The handsome young man didn't think, "Mr. Liang, how do I think there is such an emperor in this world?" Everything in the book is false. Therefore, there is no solution. ”

The Confucian man in the green shirt was kind and kind, and he was not annoyed by these words, so he smiled slightly.

Gao Jing immediately stopped talking, for a long time, he still couldn't help it, made a salute, thought about it seriously, and then said: "Virtue is not virtue is virtue, virtue is not virtue, virtue is not virtue, and the lord of ten thousand times is light on the world." How's that sir? ”

After Gao Jing said this, he nodded vigorously, his eyes lit up, and then blurted out the words in his heart, "What kind of prince will Xiangning?" ”

"Good!"

For Confucianism, there is nothing more important than this for a teacher to teach and solve doubts. If the student's head is not bright, then the gentleman must add cold words to him? There is no such reason in this world.

The Confucian shook his head with a smile, recalled his life, sighed silently, and remembered for no reason that Su Zi, who was known as the saint of words by the world, gathered the strengths of all the families and turned them into his own use, never gave up saving the world, but in the end he was depressed and lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests. I think that only this old gentleman can leave the eternal poems of "Thousands of mansions in Ande, sheltering the poor people in the world" in his disheartened thoughts.

He looked a little sentimental, turned his head to look at this canopy, felt something, and sighed: "The mayfly is in the heaven and the earth, and the sea is in a drop in the ocean." ”

Gao Jing listened quietly, suddenly raised his head, and said with a serious expression: "Mr. Liang, I have something to ask for, can we take Ning Chuyi with us when we leave here in ten years." ”

The green-shirted Confucian did not answer immediately, he condensed his mind, looked through the houses on both sides, and finally stayed in a dilapidated house, the little girl flashed a trace of strange color in her eyes, and finally moved her gaze to the spring flowers outside the house, and smiled dumbly, "What will happen if I accept it, what if I don't accept it, I know that he is your friend, but I think you already have the answer in your heart." ”

Takai immediately knelt down on his knees, "My friend has a strong temperament and doesn't like to owe anything to others, but this matter is considered a catastrophe in the hearts of students, so I will find a long-term livelihood for him after leaving." Mr. Liang has the grace of reinvention for me, and the students dare not think about it, I don't have any big pursuits, I don't want to enter the world to practice, I just want to live an ordinary life, and it is enough to serve by Mr. Liang all my life. ”

The Confucian scholar was a little surprised, "I have my own blessings, and if Mr. forcibly disturbs the cause and effect of others, both parties will not please them." ”

Then the Qingyi Confucian man's face was calm, "Now it is an eventful season, and the true dragon relics left over from the battle between gods and demons thousands of years ago will also awaken in this world, accompanied by thousands of spells falling from the heavens, which is also destined to be not peaceful in this world, what you see today is nothing more than some wild cultivation in the mountains, which is not enough to worry about." What makes Taoism and Confucianism care about is that there is only demon land. ”

Confucius paused, his face sneering, "Even those sects that have long been isolated from the world want to get a piece of the pie in this troubled world. The real dragon came into the world, but he couldn't even distinguish between chance and disaster, which is really ridiculous. ”

The Confucian surnamed Liang was silent for a long time.

Takai wouldn't know that Mr. Tsing Yi, whom he had always respected, was looking at the green mountains in the distance across a long river of time at this time, and felt compassion.